Page 60 of Twin Deception

I breathed faster, stunned by how one smoldering stare could take me from worried and serious to relaxed and needy.

Only he could do this to me. Just him.

“Are you… patient?” I asked as I reached for his shorts.

He’d already taken his shirt off, treating me to the expanse of his sculpted chest and chiseled abs that flexed and tensed as I made quick work of taking his shorts and boxers off.

“Patient? With you? Not this time.” He grunted as he pulled me in for a hard kiss.

Moaning and leaning up into his touch, I kissed him back and fought to get his shorts down.

Moving in a daze, under his guidance, I stumbled with him toward the closest surface. A chair was as fast as we could get with the obstacles and distractions ruining our effort to move this somewhere else.

His fingers stroked and caressed my entrance, smearing my juices.

My fingers wrapped around his big dick, pumping the hard length.

His arm wrapped around me to turn me over the armrest of the chair.

My arm lifted so I could clutch his hair while I turned my head to kiss him deeper.

“One day,” he growled as he picked up my thigh, kissing along my neck. He lined up the head of his cock to me, pushing me over the armrest of the huge chair. We’d approached it sloppily, almost diagonally. With him behind me, easing that thick cock into my slick pussy, I was halfway pushed over the back of the chair while he urged my leg up higher. My thigh rested on top of the armrest until I could plant my foot on the chair’s cushion. As soon as I achieved that position, I realized how perfectly it let me thrust my ass up to him.

“One day,” he repeated, losing his train of thought as he slammed all the way into me, deep and to the hilt. “One day, I’ll take my time and savor every inch of your body.”

“I can’t wait,” I whispered, thrusting my hips to push back against him.

“But right now…” he muttered as he fucked me.

I grabbed his right hand to bring it down around me to my clit, guiding his fingers there. He gripped the edge of the chair’s back, using it as leverage to ram into me hard and fast. All the while, he rubbed my clit and pushed me toward an intense orgasm.

“But right now, I just want this. I need you, sweetheart.”

I cried out at the pleasure of his sexy, tender words that were so gentle compared to the rough and brutal pounding of his dick piercing up into me.

It wasn’t fair how quickly I could come. It was wicked magic, something I couldn’t stem or slow down.

And he wasn’t any better.

Fast. Furious. Fucking perfection.

Groaning so loudly, he white-knuckled the top of the chair as he slammed into me once more. With every deep jerk and twitch of his dick as he came, he spilled his cum into my womb, flooding me, filling me.

Completing me.

My partner.

The hitman who taunted me to trust him with not just my body.

With my heart, too.

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MIGUEL

Iexhaled another hard breath, feeling like I’d run a marathon again. I wasn’t old. I was fit. But with all the sprinting I had been doing, and the fighting, and missing solid hours of sleep, I was worn ragged.

It was all worth it to fuck my sweetheart, though, because as Isabel slumped over the chair, turning her head to rest her cheek on the cushion, her smile made my day. It made my year.

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